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Home is where the askbox is...
Leave a “Honey I’m home!” in my ask and I’ll write what I think married life for our characters would be like.
Leave a “We’re out of milk!” in my ask and I’ll write how our characters would behave if they were housemates/flatmates/roommates.
Leave a “Hiya, Neighbor!” in my ask and I’ll write how my character would react to yours moving in next-door.
That would explain the blur that were last night’s events and Sehun’s killer headache, the male could barely hold himself upwards.. and people finding out that the CEO of Samsung woke up in a dark alley, dirty and bottles of alcohol surrounding him.. dammit, Sehun, be more careful. Hair a mess, he used the wall to help himself upwards and squinted his eyes, noticing how one of his contacts was missing.. maybe it fell last night. Sehun rubs at his eyes tiredly and looks for his mobile which was nowhere to find, either.
Groaning to himself, he takes a glance at the smaller male as a smile curls over his plump, chapped lips– he was grateful someone woke him up. “Do you, uh.. have a mobile I can borrow? I lost mine and I need someone to pick me up from here.. I can barely stand.”
Kyungsoo straightened up, dropping the stick he used to poke the taller man with. He wasn't used to seeing people who looked like they had money in filthy alleys of the city, Kyungsoo often used them as shortcuts. And normally he was used to the homeless or those who were too drunk to make it back to their places, but they were typically ignored. To Kyungsoo they blended in with their surroundings, but not this man. His eyes lit up when the other groaned, he was a demon he was expected to enjoy other's misery.
"How do I know this isn't an elaborate ploy to steal my phone?" his asked, his expression completely amused as he snaked the device out of his pocket. Kyungsoo offered the phone and tilted his head, unsure of why he was being so kind to strangers lately. "It's a piece of shit anyways."
"...I'm sorry I called you an avocado that one time."
He looked up from his drink and tilted his head at the woman. She was familiar sure, but he couldn’t quite place her face.... Kyungsoo’s eyebrows furrowed together, not used to being approached by women and fully prepared to do something embarrassing about it. “Oh! I remember you!” his eyes lit up and he scratched the side of his head. “I had tacos that night... Did you want to sit down?” Kyungsoo gestured to the seat at the booth across from him. Part of him wondered why he was being so nice to the stranger, but he also couldn’t remember most of that night and wanted to make sure he didn’t do anything embarrassing.
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“Ah I see, I don’t really have parents, so you’re lucky.. I only have umma, but he ‘adopted’ me.” His lips quirked to the side as he thought about his own personal life, mainly dealing with his past. Sehun had no clue who his real parents were and he was jealous deep down of the people he knew that knew their birth parents. “Literature classes? That’s different, but it seems very interesting as well~” Sehun said once he got out of his stupor. “My husband is, I believe going for law enforcement, but it may have changed. I thought of going to college, but that was until I had my baby girl. But I wouldn’t change a thing.” A smile fell upon his lips as his tail curled a bit. “Oh! I actually like to get something of meat, like chicken or tuna. Sometimes I’ll come for bubble tea though. What about you?”
Normally he didn't mind upsetting people, but what kind of monster made a cat sad? Kyungsoo fidgeted where he stood as he nodded along to Sehun's words. He was really lucky, his dad was amazing but he couldn't make the other even more troubled by his past. "Hey, at least you've got a husband and kid- Really you're like my age- Nevermind, you've got a new family. That's pretty amazing too," he offered another small and yet awkward smile. "Babies though... They're so small," he tried. He didn't want to scare the cat and tell him what he truly thought about infants. "Meat anything sounds good right now. I might gnaw at my arm any second... If you have time you should come with me. I'll get you tuna," he scratched at the inside of his wrist nervously. Kyungsoo did feel guilty for upsetting the other, it was a feeling he wasn't used to.
He’s quiet as he works, grabbing here and there at different liquids until the other comes out, and he slows, clearing his throat, his eyes focused on the drink in front of him. Once he’s done, he lifts it for a gulp, reveling in the burn of it going down his throat before he looks over at the male – only to have his cheeks flush in memory. “Uh–..” Coughing a little as he chokes on some of the alcohol, he looks away again, and then down at the honey-coloured liquor currently in his glass, almost as if it’s the most fascinating thing, just like the door frame had been. “Everything.” He murmurs quietly, before taking another gulp of the alcohol.
His eyes narrowed in on the other's blushing cheeks. Before he even said the word, he knew that he had seen Kyungsoo naked. "Really?" he asked despite that knowledge, groaning and rubbing at his face roughly. Part of him wondered what kind of literature curriculum schools in America had. His hands dropped weakly to his sides and he took a step closer. "Pour another one of those. For me. Actually pour like, six," he grumbled. No one had ever seen him in his human skin, not completely in the nude like that. In his demon form he felt powerful but now- he was nervous. He needed to forget this had even happened.
"Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
❝Awe, how sweet.❞ Alex retorted with a dignified snort, whilst snapping a photo of him and the shorter male that stood behind. The outfit was fit for a performance at Lilith’s Club, he could taunt with a slice of skin showing. The perfect ploy for tips. If only the other had known that the wolf boy was editing the photo he had just taken, inserting obscene drawings in an app that allowed him to edit. ❝What do you think of this ?❞ He turned the cellular device in his hand toward the shorter male, emitting a coy chuckle.
Matej Andraž Vogrincic - When on a Winter’s Night a Traveller, 2005
The question was unexpected, causing Solomon to have a form of relapse as a wave of memories rushed through his vision at once. He stopped walking, bringing a hand to his face as a light smile settled onto his features. “Something worse than death? Being stripped of everything you have and forced to be under the rule of a being that should be weaker than you.” His hand rubbed his face for a moment before he looked at the other. “Or having the freedom to die anytime you choose taken away. Torture is worse than death, if you do it right but–” He cut himself off, glancing at the sky before continuing.
He nearly went on a tangent on things worse than death, a topic he strangely enjoyed. Solomon believed being the holder of the ring of wisdom was worse than death. Wisdom was dangerous, human souls could only take so much before cracking. “In a different realm, I still have my temple..and kingdom maybe. So maybe? Though I don’t enjoy the king title. Too much responsibility. I’m a king of the past, we’ll keep it like that.”
Even though Kyungsoo just wanted to go back to work (oddly enough), he didn't mind the short break when the taller man suddenly stopped walking. He watched Chanyeol's expression curiously. He wondered what would be worst than his own death and immediately thought about something happening to his father. Chanyeol's own examples sounded personal. "You would rather be dead?" He remained quiet as Chanyeol continued, his words making his heart pound in his chest and he reached out to tug at his sleeve. "Do you know where demons go when they die? If anything ever happened to me- I think it's the not knowing part that's scary," he admitted, gaze locked on the other's shoes.
He shoved his hands back into his pockets as he began walking again. "I guess if you were a king you'd probably have no time to harass random demons," his lips twitched up almost into a smile. The taller man still terrified him but he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy listening to him.
The wait was agonizing. He could only hope that his boy was sleeping through the pain; not drifting between his body and the endless plain of light that would accompany death. Suho had settled on a ragged old book to keep his mind off of the battered boy rolled up beneath his covers, eyes strained behind his glasses while a half-drained cup of murky liquid sat abandoned at his feet. The demon had managed to make another skin in his downtime. It fit similarly to his previous one - and proved much easier to handle potions with.
He perked the moment he heard his son move. His eyes flickered like darts, book lowering and concentration entirely tethered to the bed. He tensed. His child was as quiet as the dead, until he’d rediscovered his injuries. Joonmyeon stood up from his spot and took long strides to meet his son at the bed, his brows knitting and lips pulled into a frown, slowly but firmly guiding the younger to lay on his side again.
“It’s alright, Soo. You’re home, see? Nothing can come in here. Just me.” He carded pale fingers through his son’s hair, raking over his clammy forehead and stopping behind his ear, only to repeat the action, pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. He too wanted to choke, but soothing his baby was much more important.
“Focus on the bed. Focus on the hot coals. Focus on my face. Those three things, okay?” He replied, pulling back enough to examine him fully.
“Keep looking at me.”
No matter what his father said, Kyungsoo couldn't stop trembling. Yet the crying ceased for the time being, he listened to the soothing words and focused on what his father told him to. He didn't want to be on his side again, he didn't want to be in this bed. If he stayed in there any longer it would be true. He'd have to accept that he was in pain. His eyes squeezed shut and he bit back a whimper before they snapped open once more at the press of his father's lips to his head. 'Focus on my face.' He could now and now he could see how pained his father was as well.
"I'm sorry, Dad," he choked out. Even though he was the one who had lost, he couldn't handle seeing his father in any type of pain. His father was the only being he'd care for other than himself. Kyungsoo's hand desperately searched for the other's and he clung to him tightly, like he would be pulled back into that demon's grip if he let go.
His head tilted to look up at his father and he bit down on his bottom lip nervously for a few moments before he spoke up again. "This can be fixed, right? I can be fixed... We just have to find someone to do it. Do you know anyone- I can't be-" Kyungsoo inhaled sharply through his nose. He couldn't be weak, not again.
❝ Unlike those stories who were sculpted to be imprinted on the imagination of children, mine is slightly twisted. ❞
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It feels like I’m on the ocean floor, staring up at the surface of the water. But at the same time I’m standing still on the ground, feet fidgety, nerves running through my body and I’m caught between wanting to live on or die altogether.
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The game of Truth or Dare was getting a little intense and Nari was dared to go skinny dipping with Kyungsoo by one of the others sitting around their little circle. She shrugged, stood up and walked out the glass doors to where the pool was, the light reflecting from underneath the water. She stripped off her clothing easily without any care for whether the other was watching her before turning her head to look at him. “You coming?” she asked as she slipped into the pool, shivering once the cool water hit her skin. “So how long do we have to stay in?” she asked once he’d also slipped into the water.
When Nari began to strip, Kyungsoo had to look up at the sky. Not because he was a gentleman, he was a demon he didn't care about the comfort of humans in the slightest. No, he just knew that he was going to be a stammering mess because he was pressured by his peers to be near a naked woman. When she asked if he was joining her, he immediately shook his head. It was out of habit now. But this was a dare and he had to show some kind of fearlessness here. With a heavy sigh, he took off everything but his boxers and joined her. Kyungsoo didn't mind cheating. The water was slightly chilly and he could see goosebumps on his arms. "I would have just told the others you were naked, you know," he muttered, his fingers flicking at the water to keep his gaze locked elsewhere.
